This final requirement of Meng Zhao's seemed lenient, but in truth, it was the one that would best test Mu Yi's abilities.
If he was capable enough, ambitious enough, and driven enough, then with the sect's fortune he had obtained at Lishou Mountain, training Martial Troops would be no difficult task. The only difference would be in their numbers and whether they were truly elite.
If he lacked ability and merely muddled through, Meng Zhao would be able to tell sooner or later and would not be deceived for long.
This time, Mu Yi said nothing more and merely nodded. Yet inwardly, he had already resolved to train a powerful force comparable to the Martial Troops of medieval sects—not only for Meng Zhao, but for himself as well.
To put it bluntly, once he had the secret methods and experience for training Martial Troops, if Meng Zhao failed and was killed in the future, a small fry like him might still be able to preserve himself. He could even rely on this skill to seek refuge with another patron.
After giving these instructions, Meng Zhao had Mu Yi withdraw. Then, one by one, he summoned Xu Tingyun, Wu Chen, Min Tao, and the others to see him, assigning them tasks, soothing some, winning others over, and warning still others. At the very least, for the short term, these people could work for him.
Among them, Xu Tingyun was the one Meng Zhao valued most. His foundation was profound, and who knew what opportunities and gains he had found within Lishou Mountain? His progress in martial arts surpassed everyone else's, and he faintly showed signs of advancing into a grandmaster.
Meng Zhao was not stingy in the slightest. He explained his own breakthrough into the grandmaster realm and the related tricks